Forever December Baby{Damon}

[Rance Kalveri]

I reach within my isolation
I harbor it, I honor it
You say you'd like to see me closer
Of course you would, you have no choice

It was a nice day, which was surprising because during the winter in London it was bitter cold and made you feel pretty shitty. Today it was warmer then usual, maybe about 50 degrees or so, and the sun with peaking through a couple of afternoon clouds. A boy about seventeen walked down the way and slowly made his way over to the lake which had a thin layer of ice covering it.

Rance Kalveri stood at abour 5'8" and today wore a pair of tight jeans, tight gray long sleeve shirt with one of his black puffy coats with the fur around the hood. His black hair hung in front of his eyes and his Red streak was easly visible, even with his hat resting loosely on the top of his head.He had a thin line of eye liner on along the bottom lid of his eye as well. Rance had wanted to get out of the dorms, they were stuffy and annoying. He decided to chill by the lake, He could handle the cold, so this was no problem for him.

Rance looked around and then took a seat on a bench that was located in the sun and a bit aways from the lake. He had his black gloved hands stuffed in his pocket as he breathed out and saw his breath in front of him. The sun felt nice against him, this was probably one of the nicest days they were going to get for awhile. Rance was almost starting to miss summer.

You build the wall I'll build the fountain
We'll wrestle it, we'll conquer it
I think we'll live to see the mountain
Well, of course we will, we have no choice

[Damon Malthus]

Damon sat deep in thought, his eyes adorned with eyeliner, black on the bottom and a deep purple on the top. He sighed softly and ran through his hair. He had been thinking a lot lately. About many things, the boy wrapped his arms around his knees. He was dressed in a purple and black long sleeved shirt. He had one in black and white too, Timothy loved the way the looked on him.

What he really wanted to know was if he was a freak. Was he? His situation was a bit different. That seemed to be the only thing on his mind lately... why was it he who was different? What did he do to deserve it? He sighed deeply. Also why wouldn't the memories let him be? Was it because he was so scared of getting punished that they just kept resurfacing? He shook his head, why wouldn't they just go away? He mind always came back to memories just before he got punished. Like when he ran away... he shivered involuntarily. He had been so young and so confused. He just wanted to get away, to be safe. He didn't want to be loved anymore.

The dim glow of the street lamps cast an ominous glow over the cracked sidewalks. Sounds of footsteps hitting concrete echoed. "Shit, shit, shit, shit" the boy hissed in between sobs. His chest was heaving and his raven hair was askew. Another whimper forced past his lips, it hurt so bad to run.

What was the use of running anyway? He knew they'd find him and he'd be severely punished, he cringed at the thought. He just couldn't stand it any longer. He could hear Timothy not too far behind him, his voice laced with contempt, "baby." He didn't even have to say another word, Damon knew he would suffer just by his tone.

"No," he spoke weakly to himself, trying with all that he had left to run. He could feel the blood running down his thighs, staining the back of his boxers. He wondered where the other two were. He stopped short and headed into an alleyway. He sunk down to the ground, silent cries escaping his lips. He knew he was in for it, even if he could get away they'd always find him again. They simply thrived for him.

He closed his brilliant eyes and buried his head in his knees, praying to God.

Damon heard someone approaching, the small boy curled himself up even more. He clenched his eyes shut tighter. A sob hitched in his throat. It had to be Timothy or maybe one of the others. He could almost hear Timothy's cynical voice "baby, you're in a hell of a lot of trouble." Then he would force the boy up and take him "home". The torture that would follow was almost too much to even think about.

Sadly, Damon knew he had nothing left to lose, he lifted his head. Through his blue eyes, swimming with tears he saw Leon, tall and built he sneered down at him. He tried to regulate his breathing but the very second he exhaled he let out, instead, a long string of sobs. "No Leon, no!"

He felt ashamed to be crying in front of the man, he pressed a slender hand to his mouth trying to calm down. He couldn't for the life of him stop the hysterics. Maybe it was the looming fear of being punished or just the fact that he was caught. "I-I'm sorry," he stammered but Leon merely laughed cynically.

He realized how dreadful he must look, he was shirtless, badly bruised and well... bleeding. He gave an involuntary shiver and looked up to the man, feeling his face flush a bit, tears still running down his face. He quickly wiped them away. Leon bent down and grabbed the boy harshly around the wrist and yanked him up. "You're in so much trouble," he taunted in a sing song voice.

Damon wasn't sure but he could have sworn he heard Rex's gruff laugh close by. The others had to be near. Sure enough Timothy and Rex appeared, Timothy barred his teeth and wrenched the sobbing boy away from the other man.

They took him home and Damon went through one of the worst punishments of his life...

The boy jumped violently, he placed his head in his hands. Maybe he should just walk around for a bit, clear his mind, make him feel better. Damon rose, swallowing hard, he began to walk. He was still trembling a bit, he saw another boy sitting not too far off. He decided some company may do him some good so he headed over. He sat down next to him gingerly, "hi," he spoke sheepishly.

[Rance Kalveri]

This quiet atmosphere was giving Rance to much time to think about everything. About his past, his parents, his sister, and the only person he ever loved, Simon. He knew it was wrong to love your brother, that was called incest and was frownd apon by many socieities, but Rance had loved him. Of course it didn't matter now that he was gone, and Rance never had the chance to tell him. Rance sighed and put his ehad in his hands, trying to shake the memories away, but he could hear voices and see images.

"Rance I love you"
"Rance you can't like your borther it's wrong"
"Your the best brother ever"
"So who are you thinig about Rance?"
Flashes of his borther, his sister, his ex boyfriend who broke up with him because of the fact that Rance was crushing on his brother.
"Whats wrong with it?--Rance you like your brother!"
"Your so sick in the head."
"He looks up to you honey, don't let him down"
Then he saw images of his brother, dead in the bathroom. the blood, the drugs, oh god.
"He over dosed,"
"What would make him do something like that? Neglect im guessing?"
"Rance do you need to talk?"
"Please, your only doing this drug thing becasue of your brother"
"Its over"

Rance whined gently into his arms as he forced himself not to cry. God damn it why was he remmbering all this shit, he didn't want to. He took a couple deep breaths and then sat up again. He looked around and sighed. He kept reminding himself to calm down, take a breath, relax. He almost jumped hen he heard a voice. It was a soft voice but he heard it. He turned to see a shy looking boy, wow, Rance didn't even know this kid and could tell he was mentally and physically scarred. Rance could usually tell those things pretty easy.
" Hi" He said with a smile. He moved his hair from his eyes, but it went right back into the same place.
" i'm Rance," He said pulling a hand out of his pocket and holding it to the boy.

[Damon Malthus]

The small framed boy took his hand, "I'm Damon, whatcha doing out here all alone?" he tilted his head to the side just slightly. He arranged himself so he was sitting on knees. He wondered if the boy thought he was strange... was he that obvious? Maybe he was and he just didn't know. Maybe everyone knew because he acted a certain way and didn't know how normal people behaved.

Did he know how he lived? If so he must be disgusted. I'm disgusting, he thought to himself sadly. Damon tucked some hair behind his ears. Maybe he had been too forward with his question. He always asked far too many questions.

Baby, stop asking so many questions.
It's none of your business.
Of course this is normal, I love you don't I?
Timothy would say those things but the other two would confuse him and make sure their statements contradicted one another. Rex would often say things like you know that normal people don't do things like this?
or sometimes he would even start to say something and then stop, saying that he didn't want to make young Damon feel bad. Leon would often say similar things saying that he wouldn't understand and tease him for being in the position he was in.

Damon breathed out through his nose, he was confused a lot lately. He turned his gaze to him and tried to look happy, he waited for him to answer his question.

[Rance Kalveri]

Rance couldn't help but take an intrest int he boy sitting next to him. He hasn't even gotten to know him yet but he could tell there was something about him that Rance liked. Of course Rance could never actually like someone. Everytime he tried to, he only ended up ruining it becasue of his brother. His past boyfriends had broken up with him because of the fact they knew he was a sick kid for liking his brother. Rance had never been lucky with relationships, why would going to a new school change anything? He assumed people wouldn't know about his hisroy, but if this schoo lwas as big of loud mouths as his old school was, it was only a matter of time that the creepy past of this boy got out. People would find him weird and not wantt o be around him, that was usually how it went.

"I'm Damon, whatcha doing out here all alone?" He watched the boy sit back on his knee's, it made Rance smile.
"Nice to meet you," He souned so polite, that as a change. Usually he wasn't so nice to people he didn't know, but like he said, somethng about Damon he liked, he just wasn't sure what it was. "I guess I just wanted some fresh air, clear my head a bit. My dorm was really stuffy" He said playing with the ends of his dark hair. He looked back at the boy with a small smile.
"What about you?" He asked nipping at his lip ring which most calld a snake bite. He bit his lip when he was nervous, and meeting new people sure as hell made him nervous. Especially when they were as cute as the boy sitting next to him was.

[Damon Malthus]

Maybe he didn't think he was a freak after all. He seemed so kind and immediately without saying another word he had gained all of Damon's trust. It was unhealthy and very bad, of course, that Damon trusted strangers as much as he did but the boy was simply blind to that sort of thing. He smiled, "I'm pretty much out here for the same reasons."

He sighed sweetly, "though I don't know why I do it to myself, I hate thinking. I always end up thinking of bad things," he sounded like a child. "But it's okay," he shrugged, "I shouldn't be so weak, I shouldn't get upset so easily. It's not my fault though, I try to make the memories go away but the harder I try the more they come back." He shook his fair head, looking away for a moment. He looked back and couldn't help but smile, he seemed so... nice and wonderful.

He seemed equally troubled, like there was something on his mind, like something was haunting him. The blue-eyed boy looked into his eyes, hoping he wasn't making him feel uncomfortable. The wind played across his face, blowing his hair askew. "Are you okay?" he asked innocently, his angelic voice was laced with concern.

He hoped he hadn't done anything... he tended to do things like that a lot. He hurt timothy a lot but he didn't mean to. He mostly hurt him when he said he was hurting him. It was so very confusing for Damon but the rail thin boy hoped he didn't hurt Rance.

[Rance Kalveri]

Rance had no right to call anyone a freak, especially when he was in the situation he was in. He liked this kid Damon though, he seemd so awesome. Rance had not made many friends at this school. He had been more of a loner the whole time, but he was gaining a kind of security with this boy, he probably shouldn't have but he was starting to. "I'm pretty much out here for the same reasons." Rance nodded with a soft smile, his tongue moved acrossed his lip ring.

"though I don't know why I do it to myself, I hate thinking. I always end up thinking of bad things," Rance took a breath, being around this boy was making him act so weird, he forgetting to breath. "I shouldn't be so weak, I shouldn't get upset so easily. It's not my fault though, I try to make the memories go away but the harder I try the more they come back." Damon sounded so vulnerable, it almost made Rance want to hold him. Rancer played with his fingers in his lap.
"Heh, Yeah I know that feeling. Memories you want to forget, but they were so signifcant that getting rid of them just isn't that simple," Rance said with a small smile. Him and Damon seemed to have a lot in common, he wasn't sure if that was good or not.

He turned to look at Damon, wow he had pretty blue eyes.
" You have really pretty eyes" He said softly, almost not realizing he had said it. Of course when he did realize it, he looked down at his hands as his cheeks got warm and a light shade of red. "Are you okay?" Was the boys train wreck of a history that noticable, did he show that much pain. Rance nodded.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just...a lot on my mind thats all" he said looking at Damon again, when he knew the blush was gone, a sweet smile across his peirced lips.

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